User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20170110030234/@comment-2246928-20170424135606

OOC: It was like a dream. The fox barely moved- a claw merely flickered, and the rat was down on the ground in two pieces. Serrano shrugged and continued running.

BIC: The fox kept his sights on the hare until they were a measly few paces apart, and then looked over his shoulder at the Painted Ones himself. "Hmm... I think we should keep running."